[ His breath tickles her neck, her scales sensitive to his heat. It was almost fascinating, having been used to seeing Linden be so calm and collected, now disheveled, panting, gripping her tight as he empties himself into her. It’s a pity, that he won’t let her see his face, the kind if expression he was making in the throes of pleasure.
The merrow turns enough to nuzzle against the side of his head, pressing soft, lazy kisses to his temple, trying to let him know she was pleased. Her monstrous side could certainly keep going, but she was sated enough to not want to push him like that. ]
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The merrow turns enough to nuzzle against the side of his head, pressing soft, lazy kisses to his temple, trying to let him know she was pleased. Her monstrous side could certainly keep going, but she was sated enough to not want to push him like that. ]
Are you alright, Linden…?